It was the summer of 80 AD. The highly anticipated colosseum was set to open soon, and of course; the first acts would be none other than gladiator battles. Riki had been preparing for this for only a few months, but he was strong. He had nothing to lose. His family was imprisoned by Romans after his town in Italy ended up being invaded and he was sent to work before being sent to start train. He knew his family was most likely dead by now. But a part of him that thought they could still be alive kept him going.

"Keep walking."

I was pulled out of my thoughts by someone who worked for the king pushing me. I hadn't even realized I had slowed down. I snarled but kept walking. I knew better than to disobey anyone higher up than me. But I could still give an attitude. Apparently I was on my way to a party, since I had been chosen to be one of the gladiators to fight in the colosseum for the first day. After months of seeing people I considered my friends die, the time was almost here. I felt nothing but pure rage at the thought of us being used purely for entertainment. I was sick of it.

"We're here, go inside. Have fun."

I didn't to see where we were before I had been pushed inside. The man gave me a wicked smile at his last words and I knew I was in for it. If that wasn't enough I was met with some of the most influential people of Rome, all in the same room as me. Staring at me with eyes that made me feel like prey.

"Riki! The star is here!"

King Titus stated loudly as he held up his cup of what I assumed was wine. Almost everyone in there clapped but you. What a spoiled brat. You were the king's daughter and suddenly you were too cool to clap.

"Let the show begin."

Titus said as my eyebrows knitted and someone came out from behind a curtain with a sword. I instantly pulled out mine as he came running at me. Of course. I should've known.

It didn't take long for it to become a heated battle with blood dripping onto the floor and people cheering. A battle I was losing...